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256 pages, Kindle Edition
Published August 8, 2022
Her mind raced to call up her aunt’s other advice. Get him talking about himself. “Do you ride, Your Grace?”
She kept an image of that tender look firm in her mind as he glanced down at her with wariness. “I do.”
She waited for a moment for him to elaborate. He did not.
She nearly huffed aloud. How was a woman supposed to work with this?
It makes him all the better to practice on, dear. She could practically hear Aunt Greta’s voice.
“You were flirting, dear, that’s the point.”
She wasn’t given a chance to protest again.
Aunt Greta’s voice was smug. “The fact that His Grace balked means you were doing it right.”
Felicity stopped walking to peer in confusion at Aunt Greta. “That makes no sense.” She shook her head. “If His Grace was so horrified by my attempts to be charming, clearly it is time to quit.”
Aunt Greta’s laugh was more like a cackle. And not a kind one. “Nonsense, my dear.” She leaned over close, her smile still aimed at the gentlemen. “Now it’s time you charm the duke.”
“Aunt Greta!”
“Now, now, don’t get all flustered.”
“But—”
“You said yourself that he is your harshest critic—”
“Well, I didn’t say that, precisely, but—”
“And it’s clear that you are in no danger—”
“No danger?” She frowned.
Aunt Greta’s smile was frighteningly sweet. “Why, yes. You’re clearly not in danger of losing your senses around the man.” She paused meaningfully. “Since you clearly do not care for him.”
Heat burned her neck. Had she said that? “It’s not that I don’t . . . it’s just that he’s so . . . ”
“I understand.” Aunt Greta patted her arm. “Which is why he’ll make for such lovely practice.”
“I . . . are . . . don’t . . . ” Her tongue grew more tangled with each new step Mandrick took in her direction.
“Exactly, dear,” the older woman said.
“Nonsense!” Aunt Greta was in fine form that next day as they took a turn about the park. “You mustn’t surrender. Not after all the progress you’ve made.”
Felicity sighed and tightened her grip on Aunt Greta’s arm. “I’m not talking of surrender, Aunt Greta. I’m merely conceding that His Grace made a valid point.”
Aunt Greta scoffed so loudly birds scattered from the trees above. “His Grace doesn’t know his point from his—”
“Aunt Greta!” Felicity turned to her, mouth agape.
The older woman heaved a great sigh and then patted her hand. “Very well, have it your way. The duke is a paragon of truth and virtue.”
“Well, I never said that,” she muttered.
And oh how the duke despised her attempts to charm. The thought had her stifling a laugh as they walked.
Mandrick’s every glance at her smiling face made him frown, and her laughter and fawning made the muscle in his jaw twitch. Aunt Greta had been correct. He was so very resistant to her attempts to charm, that it made practicing her lessons rather diverting indeed.
“All right, that is enough,” he snapped the moment they walked through the front door nearly an hour later.
“Is something the matter?” She batted her eyelashes.
Planting his hands on his hips he glowered down at her like she was a child.
She made her smile that much sweeter.
“Stop it,” he snapped as he stormed into the parlor.
She followed right behind, laughter in her voice. “Stop what?”
“Whatever it is you’re doing,” he said.
She clasped her hands together and widened her eyes. “You’ll have to be more specific, I’m afraid.”
“You’re . . . you’re . . . flirting,” he sputtered.
Her grin was very real now. Oh but it was truly pleasant to be the calm one for a change. It was outright lovely to watch him sputter and fumble for words for once as she gazed on with a placid demeanor.
Perhaps Aunt Greta had been right all along about this strategy. The woman was brilliant. She made a note to tell her so just as soon as she saw her.
“You . . . ” He jabbed a finger in the general direction of her nose. “You’re still doing it.”
Oh my, he was overset. She bit her lip as she kept her eyes wide and filled with adoration. “Doing what, Your Grace?”
“You’re mocking me.”
“I’m not!” Her eyes widened further in genuine shock this time. “I’m charming you.”
He stared at here.
The silence stretched for much too long. All Felicity could hear was her own heartbeat, and with each passing second she felt more and more trapped by his gaze.
“Pardon?” he finally said.
His mouth barely opened, his jaw was still clenched tight.
“Um, well, that is . . . ” She threw her hands up. “I was trying to charm you.”
His lips twitched.“You were trying to charm me.”
“That’s what I said.” Irritation laced her words. Honestly, why would he think she was mocking him? She was only having some fun. And why did he make it seem as though her charming him was so very inconceivable?
She pouted, all hint of levity gone as she watched him turn over her words.
His lips twitched again and then he . . .
He ducked his head, and an odd choking sound escaped.
It took her a moment to realize what it was. She frowned. “Are you laughing at me?”
He scrubbed a hand over his mouth as he shook his head, but he did not lift his chin either. And his shoulders . . .
Oh drat, his shoulders were shaking.
She huffed. “It is remarkably unkind of you to laugh at me, Your Grace.”
His shoulders shook more.
“I was merely trying to practice—”
His head came up, his eyes gleaming with mirth that he didn’t try to hide. “Practice?”
“Yes! I was merely practicing what Aunt Greta taught me.”
His brows hitched up. “And what, pray tell, did she teach you?”
“Er . . . ” She backed up a step, all her earlier confidence fading in the light of that predatory gleam in his eyes.
He was absolutely much too entertained by her right now.
“I’m not certain she’d wish for me to share her secrets,” she hedged. “In fact, I’d best be going.”
She turned to leave, but the duke was remarkably quick as he stepped in front of her, barring her way. “On the contrary, Felicity.” His lips were curving up in that smile that made her feel breathless. “As your temporary guardian, I must insist . . .
He moved in closer. “What the devil has she been teaching you?”
He stopped short, his brow furrowed as he considered this. “You do not wish to win my good opinion?”
She laughed. “Your Grace, if I have not won it by now, surely it is not mine to win.”
His lips twitched. “All hope is not lost.”